In the beginning was the chaos; then God said, “Let there be a file cabinet.”

Folders keepers, labels reapers.

A sticky a day keeps the stickler away.

Every petty bureaucrat lives to guard a narrow slat.

If the front desk gives short shrift, come back and try the later shift.

An inspector is a hopping toad; he courts, warts, and aborts with code.

The bigger the bureaucracy the worse fit for humanity.

The ax feels no pain.

Hierarchy is a type of malarkey.

The soul’s safe, self-loving asides, must trump the brutal rules made by pride.

We each maintain bureaucracy to guard our soul’s aristocracy.

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